#hans westergaard

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/64319587/chapters/165109510

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/64319587/chapters/234842361

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See hi-res version here: patreon.com/posts/cutie-bot-tier-148916291

Here is the long awaited Cinderella AU with Hans and Murphy for Kitty Rose's patreon reward AND also inspired by the beloved story written by @freckledsaint: "Love's First Sight on a Cold Winter Night" [ Read the Story Here: archiveofourown.gay/works/21045554/chapters/50060159 ]

I have so many sketches that I made when the story first came out, but never had the chance to clean some of them up and it's so fulfilling to finally finish some of my favourite scenes with these two ;w; The backgrounds are repaints I recreated and in winter season versions of the Disney Cinderella film since I love the colours and setting in them. Took forever, but was some good background and painting practise!

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"This is going differently than I imagined.” - @thearendellianheir

Hans found himself wondering if he had made a mistake by asking Queen Anna to dance. The question had seemed harmless in the moment, yet now that they stood together, doubt quietly settled in the back of his mind. After everything that had happened between them, he couldn't help but question not only why he had asked, but why she had agreed.

The Kingdom of the Southern Isles had spent years attempting to repair the damage Hans himself had caused. Diplomats had exchanged letters, trade agreements had been restored, and every effort had been made to mend the fractured relationship between their kingdoms. Even so, Hans knew his own presence in Arendelle remained something few people truly welcomed. He had been tolerated for the sake of diplomacy, nothing more. He certainly had never expected to share a dance with its queen.

"You mean... us dancing?" he asked carefully, wanting to be absolutely certain that was what she meant.

His voice carried genuine uncertainty rather than disbelief. Once, long ago, he had loved dancing with Anna. In those brief days before everything unraveled, he had enjoyed every moment they had spent together. And before Elsa's magic had frozen his heart, before bitterness and ambition had twisted his judgment into something unrecognizable, he had believed—perhaps foolishly—that his feelings for Anna had been real.

But how could he possibly explain something like that to the woman standing before him now? How could he tell the Queen of Arendelle that the man who had betrayed her and the man standing before her today no longer felt like the same person, when he barely understood it himself?